My thin red line

Yes, I know that’s a different war.

The progress on the script continues. I’ve now gone through with a new edit, using my red pen (get the title now?) to make edits and to mark where the script needs to be either rewritten or relocated.

It’s still a work in progres. But we’re closer to the mark, and the proofreading marks.

The goal is to have this next round of edits completed by mid-October with a final, presentable draft coming sometime in November.

 

Study war no more…

My script, Clean Dry Socks: Diary of a Doughboy, continues to be a work in progress. As I’ve mentioned, it’s in the editing stages now.

But to get to his point I found that I had to read and research much more than what my grandfather had written in his diary, and what my aunt had provided in commentary.

So, for weeks, perhaps months, I read more about World War I. I searched the Internet. I listened to podcasts.

And then it really hit me that I didn’t need to “study war no more…”

The story I’m telling is that of one American soldier, not the entire U.S. military or England and France.

I’m telling one story, and the tendency is to want to put in all of the details, all of the history.

But, then I wonder how much an audience really needs to be told about the horrors of war. That’s almost a given. Almost.

What’s not a given is how that war affected the average soldier far away from home.

That’s the story I’m telling.

This blog is the story of that story. There’s work to be done.

After all, it’s a long way to Tipperary.

 

The Morning After

 

My script, Clean Dry Socks:  Diary of a Doughboy, had its first public reading last night before the Richmond Playwrights’ Forum.

I am grateful for the opportunity to present my work, and am particularly grateful for the six actors who took an evening of their time and shared their talents.  I also appreciate the words of encouragement and instruction from the members of the Forum.

This has been a long time coming, and I’m excited about the prospects for the future.

As for last night’s experience, well, it was actually pretty good.

I mean, no one stepped up and said here’s a million dollars, let’s put this on the stage.  But the comments were supportive, and encouraging and gave me some new direction as well as solutions to some of the problems.

It remains a work in progress, and I have work to do.

But today, I’m a little farther down the road, a little closer to the stage.

And, that’s a good thing.